This is the part where you break.

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Characters: Larxene and Laharl
Content: Larxene takes time to finish what she's started.
Setting: Unknown
Time: Sometime after her previous thread with Valerie.
Warnings: Torture, mental anguish, and physical torture.

The dusks were responsible for so much, leaving everything out of Larxene's tender, loving hands. She didn't mind it either, because that left less for her to worry about, and less stress for her body to take. They were responsible for bringing Laharl in, administering the necessary drugs, and for binding and chaining the poor fool up.

Larxene, in the mean time, examined her stomach area, her cloak tossed onto the unmade bed beside it. Her shirt was pulled up, so she could see the expansive bruising and slight disfiguration. The pain she felt whenever she breathed was more than enough to let her know that her collision with the wall broke at least a rib, perhaps two or three. And the burns on her legs and back-- well, she would have rathered avoided talking about those at all.

She smiled, strained, and savage, as she lowered her shirt and reached for the cloak. Perhaps she didn't feel all too angry-- but she understood that her existence had been threatened, and the natural way of things was to, well, pay it back. She zipped the coat up.

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"You know the difference now." Her eyes searched him, before she prodded him, to where he was laying on his back again. It was much more convenient for her that way versus the other way. "And you've done nothing to amend it." She giggled again, placing a hand to her chin.

"My, your parents were so unlucky to have a brat like you. Your mother really wasted her time with that ultimate sacrifice. You'd be better off dead, and then maybe they could have had a kinder, thankful son... or even a daughter." She laughed at the idea that produced. Laharl in a dress.

Hah!

[overlords_wrath]

Despite trying to not let her words get under his skin again, he found himself wincing at them. They stung. "I... I defeated Baal!" he argued. He'd sought out the demon, who could jump to new bodies each time he was defeated. They'd gone after him several times now. Finally, he'd hoped he'd finally taken care of him once and for all. The demon who'd caused his father's death... What else could he do? Other... than surpass his father and become a greater Overlord........ He wasn't doing too well at that yet... really, was he?

"It... wasn't a waste! D-do you really think I wanted her to die for me? Tch..." Laharl then said, his mother now entering his thoughts. "I'm... a demon. Demon's aren't kind."